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Página 57 - For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Página 23 - Is there ony room at your head, Saunders, Is there ony room at your feet? Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?
Página 58 - O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to tak' a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear, And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she gan to fear. " Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says, " For I fear that you are slain.
Página 56 - Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. "Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, 5 And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa
Página 251 - Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, And draw a black clout o'er my e'e ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Página 238 - Was cover'd wi' a clouted cloak, And in his hand a trusty tree. "What news, what news, ye silly auld man, What news hae ye this day to gie ? No news, no news, ye belted knight, No news hae I this day to thee, But fifteen lords in the hostage house Waiting Wallace for to see.